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A29152
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The rape, or, The innocent impostors a tragedy acted at the Theatre-Royal by Their Majesties servants.
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Brady, Nicholas, 1659-1726.
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1692
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Wing B4170; ESTC R19594
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Honourable Wounds Which for my slaughter'd Master I took nobly Seem'd to bleed freshly at it like a Corpse In presence of its Murtherer There I left him And in the midst of all his vain Harangue Stole from the Presence But no more the King Is come to walk let us observe at distance Enter Gunderic Genselaric Ferrismond Guards and Attendants Gund Was it not brave Speak thou Genselaric For thou wert near me still and thy keen Sword Well copy'd out the Deaths which mine had drawn As if thou lik'dst the Great Original Was 't not a glorious day Gen. Yes Royal Sir A day which should in Vandal Annals stand Redeem'd from time in Golden Characters When dreadful Rhadagaise the Valiant Goth Albi. aside 'T is the same hateful subject let 's retire Ex. Bri. and Alb. Gund Thou speak'st him right well he deserv'd that Title Whom haughty Rome with twenty thousand Talents Brib'd high to quit her wasted Provinces And thought it easie purchase Him return'd With all his Fame about him I attempted Him in the head of all his Troops encounter'd Nor shun'd he my Assault Like two large Comets That blaze in opposition we appear'd Our waiting Armies watch'd the dreadful shock And in our lifted arms was wrap'd the fate Of thousand Vulgar Souls Then my Genselaric then Ferrismond For you were present too how did we tug For Empire and for life 'till cover'd o're With well-plac'd Wounds the Gothish Monarch sunk And my superiour Fortune triumph'd o're him By Heav'ns I cou'd have hug'd my dying Foe Almost have envy'd him he fell so nobly And made me sweat so hard for glorious Conquest Fer. If such his Fame and he deserv'd no less What then is yours who bravely ovecrame him Gund Right Ferrismond and 't is for that I prize This Conquest more than all my other Trophies In all my chase of Fame I never met A braver Foe for this his Captive Queen And all his Female Issue I preserv'd The Males to make my Conquest more secure Embrac'd their Father's Fate Gen. 'T was fitting Policy But sacred Sir your Pardon if I dare To sound the Secrets of your Royal Bosom And humbly beg to learn why you design To wed the eldest of those Princely Orphans To Agilmond our lovely Prince and graft A Captive Cien on your Royal Stock Now must I beg to know what known will blast me Aside Gund I 'le tell thee Nephew For thou art brave and therefore 't is I love thee Ten years I reap'd the precious sweets of Love Without success for tho' my fruitful Queen Was blest with numerous Births yet all were Female A Sex unfit for Sway and my large Conquests Must have been parcell'd out to Neighbour Princes As they grew ripe for Wedlock Thus I murmur'd Till angry Fate snatch'd all my blooming Offspring And crush'd them in the Blossom Gen. I remember 'T was just before the Gothish Expedition And soon the heat of War dry'd up your Tears Gund It did But when I parted from my Queen I left her Just ready to lay down another Burthen Then grief and rage forc'd out this Solemn Vow If still you blast my Hopes and your full Womb Again disclose another Female Birth By my just rage it dies This said we parted Gen. Something like this was buzz'd about the Court Scatter'd in Whispers by the attending Ladies But soon it dy'd and I had almost lost The loose remembrance 'till your words reviv'd it Gund Th' Event of things soon bury'd it For Fate Shook at my dire Resolve and as o're-aw'd Cast in a Nobler Mold her pliant Issue And Stamp'd it with the Image of a Man The welcome News by winged Couriers born Found me returning from my Gothish Conquest And cover'd o're with Lawrels Gen. What could Fate Do more than make you great at once and happy Than give at once two such important Blessings A Kingdom and an Heir Gund 'T was much indeed And I with fitting joy Receiv'd the mighty Presents But oh Genselaric How little do my present Comforts answer The large Idea which my thoughts then form'd The Prince my Valiant Nephew Gen. Sacred Sir Give your thoughts vent and oh forbid it Heav'n That Sigh shou'd be occasion'd by the Prince The lovely Prince Gund The lovely Prince indeed And there thou summ'st his Praise I wish thou could'st Instead of that faint Epithet have put The Manly or the Valiant but alas His outward Composition shews him Woman In all things but the Sex and much I fear His very Soul 's a Woman Balls and Dances The Conversation of conceited Ladies And fluttering Courtiers are his chief delight He loves not Arms to break the Warlike Steed Or dart the well-aim'd Javelin Is he fit To hold the Reins of stubborn Conquer'd Nations To keep my Fame up and convey my Glory To Ages yet to come Gen. His tender years Are yet unripe for Action time may change And form his thoughts to a more Manly temper Gund 'T is true indeed it may but that forc'd Smile In which you dress your Face seems to inform me That you my Armies headed at his Years And brought home Victory Here lies my Grief The Remedy's behind The conquer'd Goths Who brook my Sway uneasily though rank'd With my own Vandals both in Trust and Favour Yet wish a Prince whom they may call their own Gen. I have of late observ'd a sullen haughtiness In most of them the sign of forc'd Respect And ebbing Duty Gund If to me they pay But an unwilling Service what must Agilmond Weak Agilmond expect unless secur'd By politick desences Therefore 't is That I design to wed him to Eurione The eldest of the Captive Princesses That so her Title may secure his Interest And the respect they pay her Father's Blood Blot out the Hatred which they owe to mine Gen. But Royal Sir forgive me if I tell you The Prince is much averse to this design And all the Tribute of his Heart and Eyes Are to the younger paid the proud Valdaura Gund Too well I know it but I know as well To make my self obey'd Valdaura no Her Temper 's too imperious in her Face I see the fierceness of her Father's looks It is not safe to plant too near my Throne One of her haughty nature But I trifle My Resolution 's fix'd unalterably Nor dares he thwart my Will Who have a double Title to his Duty As Father and as King Go you Genselaric Attend the Prince and bid him wait my Pleasure Upon the Terrace Walk Exeunt Gunderick Ferrismond Guards and Attendants Gen. solus Death to my hopes he 's fix'd unmoveably And all my Wishes blasted But shall I Who nobly past through twenty rough Campaigns Tamely look on and see a puling Boy A young effeminate Stripling ravish from me A Mistress and a Crown It must not be Let Patient Slavish Fools drudge on and bear Th' uneasie Yoak of forc'd Obedience Such tame results as those never attend The Lover and the
tone Bad me go teach my Son Obedience Sees the Prince See there he lies alas is that a Couch Fit for the Heir of Mighty Gunderic Goes to him What means my Agilmond what sawcy Grief Usurps a Breast so dear to me as thine And yet I fear to ask for sure it is Of Mighty Weight that bows you to the Earth As you were rooted there Agil Forgive me Madam That must alarm your Ears with sounds more dismal Than Groans of Mandrakes or the Scritch-Owl's Note The Croaks of Ravens at a Sickman's Window Would be but Musick to the News I bear Amal. Alas what means this dreadful Preparation Is the great Secret of your Sex disclos'd Has Gunderick discover'd what you are He has not sure for as I enter'd here He spoke to me of you and call'd you Son Agil 'T is true he has not yet but oh to Morrow To Morrow he has vow'd that I shall wed Eurione and then the fatal Secret Must needs be known and well you know his Vows However rash are obstinately kept Amal. Too well I know it Nor is this Vow the first O! cruel Gunderick Was 't not enough rash and inhuman Prince That when this precious Burthen fill'd my Womb You doom'd it then to Death but must I now When Sixteen Years have made it dearer to me And ty'd it to my Heartstrings see it Butcher'd By thy unnatural and savage rage Agil Be witness Heav'n how little that afflicts me Your Danger sinks me under that I bend Unable to sustain it Permit me Madam To dye for both to Morrow dooms me Let me but dye now And the important Secret dies with me And gives new life to you Amal. No Agilmond Our Case is dangerous but not desperate Through all these Clouds I spye one Ray of Hope Break brightly forth and gild the horrid Scene Eurione is Virtuous and Discreet We 'll trust th'important Secret to her knowledge And sure she will not scruple to assist Two Royal Suppliants Come my Agilmond Wait on the King and seemingly comply Leave the Event of things to me and Heav'n The Gods that watch'd to guard your Infant state Will save you still and their own Work compleat Exeunt SCENE A lonely Walk within prospect of the Palace Enter Briomer Curse on my Negligence to lose a Paper Of such a vast Concern my life 's wrap'd in it My life 's a trifle but the lives of all My Countrymen nay ev'n the Queen's and Prince's Are by my fatal carelessness expos'd The best that I can hope is that the Queen Her self has found it yet suppose ev'n that How wretched must I be How should I look On one so much endanger'd by my Folly Enter Gen. Rod. Alm. O that I had it tho' for every Letter I paid a ruddy drop of that rich Blood Which warms my Heart I should not think it dear Gen. He 's here and by that gloomy look confirms me The Writing was his own and that already He has mist the Letter wait a while without And be not seen I 'll sound him at a distance Ex. Rod. Alm. My Lord I have observ'd for Friendship 's Eye Is quick and piercing in your Face of late Unusual Mixtures seriousness and joy As if your busie Soul were burthen'd with Some weighty matter happy at once and dangerous Brio Your Eyes my Lord are ill Intelligencers To represent as things of Weight and Moment The sudden Starts of an uneven temper Gen. And yet I fear your Tongue has scarcely given So just an Information as my Eyes But wave we this discourse hear you no News Brio Not I my Lord 't was always my Opinion That Curious and Inquisitive were names Fit for the softer Sex Gen. I 'll tell you then 'T is whisper'd to the King that still a Prince Of Gothish Blood is living Brio Ha! what says he Aside Gen. Now you my Lord if such a one there be Can sure inform me of 't Brio Dreams idle Dreams For were there such I could not but have known it Gen. Why so 't is whisper'd too and that your self Now form a Faction to assist his Cause Amongst the discontented Goths Brio My Lord I know my Duty to my General Had any other dar'd to speak these words My Sword e're now had been unsheath'd to right My injur'd Honour Gen. This Paper would have forc'd it back again Shews the Letter And nail'd it to the Scabbard Brio 'T is the same And he 's alone blest opportunity My Lord you have my Secret but you must Restore me that or with it take my life Draws Genselaric whistles Enter Rodoric and Almeric they rush on him and disarm him Gen. I will be forc'd to neither Disarm him So Give me his Sword now leave us to our selves Ex. Rod. and Alm. And on your lives no word of what has happen'd Brio What shall I judge Of these Proceedings Base at once and Generous Gen. You seem to be surpriz'd and your amazement Is too well grounded to create my Wonder Yet think not that I summon'd these to help me Because I fear'd your Sword you know I fear not But could not wound the Breast of one I honour Nor suffer you to kill the Friend that loves you Brio My Lord I understand you not your words Are full of Mystery But could you be a Friend to so much Misery 'T were noble to excess Gen. I can and will be Believe me Briomer 't is a Solemn Truth I hate this Gunderick this Tyrant more Than happy Men the thoughts of Death with Torture And if there be a Hatred beyond that I hate the Prince yet more Brio 'T is wondrous strange So favour'd so belov'd Gen. Grant all this true That I am great in Favour and in Trust If they at the same time tear from my Heart The only Person that my Soul is fond of And give her to th' Embraces of another Does not this cancel all Brio 'T is true indeed That injur'd Love admits no Compensation Gen. This is my case now tell me Briomer What may that Man deserve that being Master Of this important Secret which commands The Lives and Fortunes of a mighty Nation Not only locks it safe within his Breast And buries it in silence but breaks through The Solemn Ties of Duty and of Blood To tempt an equal hazard nay to make By his assistance the Attempt secure And past the fear of failing Brio He deserves What e'er his forward Wishes can aspire to What e'er a rescu'd Nation can bestow Gen. Cou'd this or more deserve the fair Eurione I durst perform it for her now you have The mighty Secret tell me my Lord May I have leave to hope Brio Not only hope But Certainty attends you I dare pawn My yet untainted Honour that the Queen Will give a glad consent your Birth is Princely Your Fame is great and what you now design Is more than Kingly Gen. Take your Sword My Lord And that I may not leave